"Why are these two guys here?"
Lu Changsheng was a little surprised.
Unexpectedly, the banquet of bliss in the state of Jin would actually attract these two fellows.
Under the Wen Pagoda, Wang Fugui and Liu Qingfeng walked together, but they didn't wear the robes of Da Luo's elders, but brocade clothes.
Liu Qingfeng is better, he looks very delicate, but Wang Fugui is fat and fat, and he even boasted that he is good at composing poems
"In the past few years, they have joined in all the fun, saying that they want to learn from their seniors, and they also want to become ordinary."
Junior Sister Yunrou smiled lightly.
Lu Changsheng couldn't help being silent.
This is called Huafan? Taking a quick glance, Wang Fugui and Liu Qingfeng, dressed in brocade clothes, looked like they had a lot of money, and they were accompanied by four or five attendants, each carrying a lot of things, so this is also called Huafan
Are you sure this isn't coming to the mortal world to enjoy
well!
Sighing, Lu Changsheng knew that in this kind of place, if he met these two guys, nothing good would happen.
"Senior Brother Qingfeng, I'm not just bragging. No one in the world can compare to me in writing poetry except Holy Master Da Luo."
Wang Fugui said solemnly.
Liu Qingfeng was even more surprised.
"Brother Fugui, are you sure?"
Liu Qingfeng was very surprised.
"I'm sure. If you don't believe me, I'll show you what it means to climb to the top when the Venta opens later."
Wang Fugui was serious.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, in an instant, the entire Wen Pagoda burst into bright light, and bursts of voices of saints sounded.
"Tian Xingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement!"
"The thousand pieces of gold come back after they are gone."
"Plum blossom from the bitter cold."
The saint's voice sounded, it was all what Lu Changsheng said, the Wen Pagoda roared, and then the eight doors opened by themselves, inviting scholars from all over the world to come in and write poems.
All of a sudden, I don't know how many talented men and women walked in, and many monks also went in one after another.
The pagoda is a Taoist artifact. It doesn't look very big from the outside, but when you walk in, it's very empty.
It can accommodate 100,000 people.
"Brother, shall we go in?"
Junior Sister Yunrou asked.
Lu Changsheng nodded, it's okay to go in and have a look, just to see if Wang Fugui has improved over the years.
soon.
Lu Changsheng and Qian Yunrou walked into the Wen Pagoda.
On the wall of the pagoda, there are sheets of white paper, on which the title is written, and the poem is written with the title. If it is neat and approved by the Wen Pagoda, you can go upstairs. If you can't, you can only stay.
"Junior Brother Fugui, please write a poem quickly. This question is quite good. It uses Daxue as the word."
On the side, Liu Qingfeng pulled Wang Fugui to compose a poem.
"Brother Qingfeng, wait a moment, let me think about it."
Wang Fugui wiped the grease from his mouth, but frowned, looking at the question.
After a while, he spoke slowly.
"The snow is white, the grass and trees are frozen, the poor are covered with blankets, and the rich and noble enjoy the snow scenery."
When Wang Fugui said this, he sighed even more, feeling like sharing the worries of the people.
Liu Qingfeng at the side fell silent.
Not only did he fall into silence, but the talented scholars around him were also stunned.
Only a few followers heard cheers.
"Good poems, good poems, son, this poem, the first two sentences are described in a simple way, and the last two sentences describe the poverty of the people in the world. What a bed, it is vivid and reasonable. I admire the small ones, and I really admire the small ones." .”
"Yes, yes, poor people can only shiver under the blanket when it snows heavily, while rich people enjoy the snow scene. This poem satirizes the gap between the rich and the poor. It is really a great literati also."
"It's hard to imagine that Wang Gongzi is not only handsome, but also so good at writing poems. He is so talented, really talented."
A few attendants bit the bullet and praised, "It's really not easy to blow a soy sauce poem like this."
"Brother Qingfeng, how about this poem?"
Wang Fugui blushed and asked Nei Liu Qingfeng.
And Liu Qingfeng thought about it, and to be honest, he really didn't have much research on poetry. Although he didn't think Wang Fugui's poem was very good, the problem was that these followers said it quite well.
After thinking about it, Liu Qingfeng gave him an affirmative look and said, "It's pretty good, with the demeanor of Senior Brother Changsheng."
He said so.
Lu Changsheng on the side fell into silence again.
Sure enough, Wang Fugui's poetry writing ability is still so touching.
Sighed.
Lu Changsheng really didn't know what to say.
However, as the talents continued to write poems, the stairs still did not appear, which meant that Wenta did not recognize their poems.
In this way, time passed bit by bit.
A full hour passed.
Hundreds of thousands of talents gathered, but none of them made it to the second floor.
Outside the Wenta, all the people or monks in the entire capital looked at Wenta.
It's been an hour, and no one can reach the second floor.
This is very rare. Normally, someone might go upstairs within a quarter of an hour.
It's been an hour, and no one can break through successfully.
It is very puzzling.
Just like that, after another half an hour, it was already late at night, and theoretically someone should have climbed the tower.
It may be exaggerated to climb to the top, but there must be at least thirty or forty floors, right
But there are hundreds of thousands of talented people, there is no shortage of people with real literary talent, but they still can't make it to the second floor, which is really puzzling.
However, at this moment, a voice sounded slowly.
"Birds fly away in a thousand mountains, and people disappear in thousands of miles. The lonely boat and the hat are fishing alone in the cold river and snow."
The voice sounded, calm and beautiful.
Twenty words describe the lonely snow scene.
At this moment, all the literati fell silent.
This poem is too beautiful.
In the Venta, the color of the snow scene appeared.
On the surface of the river where it was snowing heavily, an old fisherman in a small boat was fishing alone in the cold heart of the river.
There is no bird in thousands of mountains and rivers. Between heaven and earth, it is pure and silent, spotless and silent.
The wits were shocked.
However, at this moment, Liu Qingfeng and Wang Fugui were also shocked.
The two of them turned their heads and looked at Lu Changsheng with incredulous eyes.
Although they couldn't recognize Lu Changsheng's appearance, they could distinguish his voice.
Just, at this very moment.
The ancient Venta shook.
boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
The entire pagoda erupted with infinite light, and the terrifying talent turned into a beam of divine light that pierced into the sky.
In the Wen Pagoda, the pictures of saints hanging on the wall are also shining brightly.
Lu Changsheng is surrounded by extremely extraordinary talents.
A phantom of a literary palace appeared behind Lu Changsheng, and saints manifested, showing extraordinary.
At this moment, the entire Jin country was shocked. .
Outside the Venta, there are four mirrors that allow people outside the Venta to see the scene inside.
The wooden mask on Lu Changsheng's face also disintegrated at this moment.